Thank heavens I trawled Waterstone’s memory. I’m not sure I could withstand this barrage otherwise, thought the prince. As it was, he let loose a warning wave of anger which he allowed Waterstone to feel as well to make sure the woodman realised that he had the prince’s support. Interesting. I wonder if Stormaway can tell that I also let Waterstone know that I’m angry? Probably not. “Stormaway, there is no point in you blustering in here after the fact and throwing your weight around. While I have been trying to work out my role among the woodfolk, you have been conspicuous by your absence.” Tarkyn conveniently forgot that he had been at some pains to avoid Stormaway at various times. “And where were you when the woodfolk were fighting the wolves?”
Stormaway waved a hand vaguely. “Oh, her
